My old friend, I’ll see you again
In a distant time and place.
I’ll look you up when I leave this world
And travel through endless space.
If you should die before I do,
Meet me at the pearly gate.
I don’t want to miss time with you.
We’ve a lot to celebrate.
We’ll share the things we use to share,
And laugh ’til the sun goes down.
We’ll sing sacred songs at night
And follow God’s heavenly crown.
In early morning, we’ll walk and talk
In a field of beautiful flowers.
We’ll stand where the sweet river flows,
And dance in the Spring showers.
We’ll pass under the towering trees,
And listen to the birds that sing.
They will create a symphony
That will make the forest ring.
When I am given my pair of wings,
You and I will fly
To the nearest star and back again,
Under a moon-lit sky.
When you are finally done for the night,
You’ll take out your harp and play,
A tune to match with the song I’ll write.
It’s another way of to pray.
So don’t you be sorry if I go first,
And make it there before you.
I’ll save a very special place,
And tell God you are coming too.